#zosan is made for each other

[waywardgirl75]

Let us meet like two waves and get connected again in the next life, too.

artist who made this fanart let me just say that you're freaking great. i really, really want to frame this.

art cr: @/mlh7q (twitterX)

[sassypantsjaxon]

Some things from captive prince that translate really well to zosan

Zoro assuming that Sanji is just as cold and emotionless as his family (because this is an au where he never got away from Germa) only to slowly come to the realization that Sanji is nothing like them

The first time they're in a battle together and Zoro thinks Sanji is staying close to him to like. Leach off his protection, only to realize Sanji's actually protecting his blind side

Zoro throwing one of his swords like a fucking javelin to kill some guy who's about to attack Sanji

Sanji getting a taste of freedom finally, and then them being chased through some city and Sanji is having the Time of His Life taunting their pursuers while Zoro is freaking out trying to keep up

Zoro getting so excited to fuck Sanji that he breaks a jar of oil

Shared jewelry (if you know you know)

Sanji making all these connections to make an alliance and Zoro just isn't really sure what's going on until the alliance finally comes to fruition and Sanji's like 'I promised you an army' and it's Luffy

Sanji trying to make Zoro think he's betrayed his trust but Zoro immediately sees through him and can tell he's injured his hands

Sanji having worn all these uptight straightlaced clothes all this time and Zoro just about has an aneurism (or maybe an orgasm. Who knows? Not Zoro) the first time he sees him in a kimono

Zoro finally learning the depths of the abuse Sanji's suffered at his family's hands and he goes feral and kills like eight people

Sanji sacrificing himself to save Zoro

[awaywithself]

after a real argument, a true misunderstanding that lacked the theatrical yelling and the kicking and slashing that often characterized their play fights, zoro and sanji leave to simmer in solitude. it’s easy to forget their anger, easier to forgive each other- harder to forgive themselves.

they’re both self-sacrificing and so self-critical, they’re disappointed and angry at themselves for the things they said, the way they behaved, the love they felt but failed to show. zoro makes his own food, feeling bad about desecrating sanji’s space but knowing he’d feel worse to assume that he still deserved sanji’s cooking- his thoughtfulness and his time. sanji sleeps on a couch, in a corner far away from their bedroom where there was no comforter, no warmth, no zoro, no love. the chill takes him to a place in his life confined by stone walls, and the punishment soothes him.

but they notice. and it hurts.

sanji puts away the sorry, microwaveable meal zoro had prepared for himself and cooks something kind and hearty, making sure to include all of zoro’s favorites. he packs it into tupperware so the love doesn’t leak out too much, staying nice and warm until whenever zoro feels hungry. he leaves a note and places it on the counter, removing himself from the scene. ‘eat properly, my marimo.’ when zoro eventually stumbles upon it, he sits at the counter, brows furrowed and chest aching as he takes his time to savor each bite, hoping that he’ll take long enough that he’ll be there when sanji next visits the kitchen.

at night zoro finds sanji on the ratty couch, trembling slightly from the cold but nonetheless sleeping. he shifts him, not-so-subtly prodding him around to make room for himself. sanji is roused from slumber, feeling how the cushions dip under zoro’s weight as he settles next to him, how his muscled arms wrap tightly around him and tuck him close. zoro buries his face in his neck and his broad figure shields him from the chill, protecting him from the emptiness of the room- his makeshift prison. ‘let’s move to the bed, dartbrow,’ he mumbles, and sanji fights tears as he nods, hand shifting to clasp around zoro’s and squeezing.

[nenehyuuchiha]

My pathetic little meow meow

[twirlymarimo]

zosan at the one piece cafe in seoul, korea

[spock-smokes-weed]

ngl getting incredibly pressed about what to call a ship based on who tops is kinda ridiculous

[hauntingblue]

The episodes at the baratie are good if you ignore the big fucking elephant in the room that is sanji. Which is you know not a thing that can be easily ignored

[kruxton]

that one scene of lila and diego fighting in episode i think 2? or 3? about who should go kill the people shooting at them is everything to me

[sunnyhappy18]

This is funny because it’s tru

What the heart wants:

What the heart expects:

[thatweirdfandom]

body swap zosan

zoro:

he notices that he has no balance what so ever, he’s used to a heavier body built on muscle

his vision feels normal though, sanji has had his bangs cover one of his eyes forever so it’s not unlike when he lost his own eye

he can distinctly feel too much, he feels how the dust and dirt sticks to him in a way he can’t shake, faint crawling of ghost bugs on his body and he takes more showers then he likes to admit

when he wakes up if he doesn’t eat right away he gets sick- a repercussion to sanji s starvation

strangely when he picks up a sword when sanji isn’t looking it feels familiar- not like his intense muscle memory but that sanji knows how to use a sword above any class beginner

he cant not keep still, if he stays still too long he can feel the phantom aches in his body, the overstimulation of dirt

he ends up overextending by accident a lot, it’s funny at first because how flexible he is- but he’s not used to having to control the small joints so not to hurt himself (que him dislocating something because no, your body can’t just stretch like that unless you do it properly)

he notices he has a small appetite but if he doesn’t eat when needed he will get sick very quickly (ah that’s why sanji always makes excuses to have snacks for the ladies and everyone)

he gets trapped once, it’s nothing unlike he’s used to. but the walls, the tight space, this body knows this feeling and it just gives out on him

when he gets ready for bed he is always baffled why sanji sleeps with his shoes on. little did he know how nasty and brutal sanjis feet ended up (ballet feet)

why can’t he turn off his observation haki?

constant need to feel physical touch but also being repulsed by it when it happens

turns out the cook does in fact just have constant nose bleeds and if he gets too emotional or riled up it just happens. this is a awkward moment when some lady tells the crew her husband just dies and zoros nose starts bleeding

sanji:

he cant see his toes (tiddies too big)

his spacial awareness is terrible he keeps bumping into things

he has intense head splitting migranes that only a nap could help (hmmm thriller bark…) and maybe a drink

a need to work out, to sweat out toxins from his body

accidentally breaks too many things since it’s just sheer force of strength

he gets cramps way too much and can barely do a simple stretch

in battle he can’t help but notice the slight increase in heartbeat- he thinks originally it’s just cuz of adrenaline but he knows that feeling. and this one is fear, every battle no matter how strong he is in this body feels fear every moment- not for himself but those around him

he has to check on everyone no matter what- it’s weird because he does that too but this is more of a subtle pull to do it, a slow meditation of going through each member to make sure they are ok

always being touched by luffy and others to be buddy buddy, he doesn’t have much to cover him and the warmth is unlike something he’s felt in so long (usually one to cover up because he can just feel too much)

he is still a great chef but only in food prep. his hands are too clumsy for much else, and his body is bigger when trying to move in the kitchen

on top of cramps, he keeps pulling muscles (seriously does he never stretch this body?)

he also gets tired quicker- endurance isn’t as lasting when this body focuses on attacks that count on brute force

he cant feel his torso, turns out mihawk really made sure zoro remember by cutting off the nerves

BOTH:

man why does my heart pick up when i see my own body?

[keikeichi123456]

zosan streamer au except theyre both faceless and both unknowing fans of each other’s online personas, kinda like a miraculous ladybug situation

zoro and sanji know each other irl and they HATE each other even though luffy is their mutual friend, they had terrible first impressions of each other and well, let’s just say some nasty things were said from both sides

meanwhile, sanji is a huge fan of zoro’s stream persona and zoros a huge fan of sanji’s stream persona

their fans want them both to collab, so they set up a collab using their online personalities and when they collab, their popularity skyrockets because of the shippers (of course)

sanji finds zoro’s online personality really fun to talk to and vice versa so they start getting closer and closer, eventually delving into just pure flirting

zoro eventually brings up the prospect of meeting irl cuz its obvious that theyre both into each other

sanji has a conundrum cuz he doesn’t known this man irl or what he even looks like

he knows that the man is kind, patient, and unassumingly funny. for some reason, behind the wall of online anonymity, sanjis able to open up about his past, his trauma, his inner turmoil, and his family. the stranger listens intently and somehow always find the right things to say. he finds himself falling in love with this stranger, this faceless man

he knows that falling in love shouldnt be this easy, this painless, but sanjis life had been nothing but pain and grit, maybe, just maybe, he can have something easy for once, something he doesnt need to claw, scream, and beg for

then, sanji and zoro finally arrange a meeting (more like a date) and see each other for the first time

they both freeze, zoro stares in shock and sanji stares in horror

of course things would never be that easy, he was a fool to ever think that things would go his way for once. of course the man that he fell in love with was the man that also hated him all along

it was fun while it lasted.

zoro wasnt even able to open his mouth before sanji ran, so fast that zoro had no way to follow him (no, it wasn’t cuz he got lost, sanji was just fast okay?!)

he tries his best to contact sanji but sanji is radio silent: absolutely no word from him, not even luffy knows where he is

zoro stops and thinks for the first time in a probably a decade, he talks to luffy, he talks to usopp and they all agree that the next best thing to do is to make a public video basically asking sanji to please text him back (it was luffys idea that usopp encouraged and zoro reluctantly follows along cuz well, luffy said it would work so it must)

they film a low-budget, low-quality video where zoro is just on his knees saying please please please over and over again, the description says “please call me curly lets talk 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

(usopp wrote the description, luffy directed the video, if it was anyone else, zoro might have thought they were setting him up but he trusts them wholeheartedly)

it gets posted on his main channel and it goes viral cuz its so primally stupid and relatable, zoro basically exposes himself as the really popular faceless streamer but fans are NOT disappointed cuz the man is FINE AS HELL

it ends up on sanjis feed while hes in the middle of doomscrolling and crying to nami and robin and they all just see sanjis crush begging him for attention, they look at each other and look at the video again

nami, ever the voice of reason, basically forces sanji to text him at least. zoro made sanji happy and it would be a disservice to sanji if he just let that slip away without a fight

they talk it out, end up actually meeting face to face and they find that their chemistry is electric and sanji begins to hope again

in the end, they make a video together showing their faces and reveal their relationship to their fans and the shippers go wild

tldr

zosan: im falling in love with oomf???

[waywardgirl75]

i was a calm person, but then i found the two idiots who constantly test my patience by not being together already (they are together. believe me, I know)

[missfrustration]

a lesson in semantics and pleasure - part 1 (zoro x sanji x reader 18+ fanfic)

Summary: Sanji finds out Zoro is inexperienced with bedding women. That is quickly fixed.

part 1 part 2

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, smut, threesome, foreplay, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, deepthroating, toxic masculinity, which is good for reader in this context, eiffel tower, spitroasting, biting, praise, degradation, backshots, bukkake, spit, no zosan, no use of y/n

A/n: posted 3 months ago here. reader is NOT walking after this.

wc: 3k, enjoy!

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Zoro’s Adam’s apple bobs at the sight he’s treated to. A rock lies in his throat, but he still manages to swallow a groan.

Your legs sprawl out on the bed: Sanji’s bed. You’ve felt the mattress’s crisp, soft sheets countless times before. Now, you’re kissing your lover with another pair of eyes gazing.

Those eyes were hungrier than the lips that took yours, stronger than the tongue that generously swept the insides of your mouth. You could tell that this affected Zoro more than his battles.

You could tell that this was going to be a fantastic night.

-

A few days ago, it was bickering between Sanji and Zoro that happened like every other…

“Watch where you’re going, stupid moss head!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to if your dumb curly brow wasn’t in the way.”

It started like any conversation they had. Bickering and fighting amongst one another, attempts to kick and slice the other, name-calling…

“My brows are just fine. Just admit it; you wish you were as appealing as me.”

“Why would I want to be some lowly waiter like you?”

But it was a conversation where something was made very apparent…

“Let’s see,” Sanji clears his throat, holding his fingers up as he counts them off, “I’m more handsome, I’m smarter, I’m stronger,” Sanji emphasizes each attribute by shoving his fingers in Zoro’s face. “I have every skill in the book to please a woman better than you!”

“Why the hell would I have those things just for a woman?”

“Oh please, with how you are, I bet the young ladies I romance would double—no,— quadruple your count.”

Zoro freezes. Sanji senses he caught a nerve, right where he wants him.

“Hmph, whatever you say.” Zoro pursued his lips, ready to drop the subject and walk away. His firm face and defeated stance just challenge Sanji more.

“Go on then, name them.”

Zoro turns red in the face after a moment of silence. His eyes dart around the room slightly until they watch Sanji’s eyes come to an increasing realization.

“I’ve never… I don’t.” Zoro trails off. 

Something that Sanji truly couldn’t believe…

“Wait, hold on. Nonono,” Sanji waved his hand to shut him up. “Don’t tell me you don’t—“

But Zoro’s face makes it clear. 

… The talking, the courting—the lovemaking . Anything that goes into treating a woman with the utmost respect and dignity—it’s discovered that Zoro knows nothing about that. Sure, maybe he’s bedded a few ladies in his life, but a musclehead really couldn’t know about the opposite sex if he tried.

But Sanji knows. 

Oh, Sanji knows his way around everything that a woman craves. The love, the lust, the things in between. How to make a woman swoon or be respected…

How to make a woman pant, for instance.

Who wouldn’t know but the man who lives and breathes in service to women? The very same gender that Zoro is clueless about. 

What other way to demonstrate a beginner's lesson than with you, a prime example of the perfect learning device? 

—

The kissing turns sloppy as spit starts to sleep from both of your mouths. Sanji pulls his head away, generating a thick string of saliva connected between you, showing off to the man watching it all. Sanji’s lips are shiny with spit as he speaks.

“She loves to be teased in the beginning. Starting with a little foreplay is beneficial for both parties; women especially. We want only the finest for her.” He says to Zoro.

Then Sanji looks straight at you, gauging your reaction as his hand travels to your shorts. He plays with the hem of that tight cloth hugging your thighs, causing you to shift under him. He languidly runs a hooked finger back and forth, almost like he’s intentionally feeling for the seam underneath. You know very well that he’s not.

He’s a tease. Someone who takes great pleasure in watching you squirm as he moves closer and closer to your inner thighs, closer to the apex he loves to put his hands on. This act, along with the small, sly expression he wears on his face always puts you on edge. Never does his eyes leave your face as you struggle to meet him with the same concentration. You feel your gaze slip with each whimper you make, making him drink up more embarrassment from you.

Seeing as you're the only one in the room with a shirt on, Sanji takes it off slowly, letting the hem of it catch on the underside of your breasts. He watches as he drags your breasts up with your shirt until they finally give out, slipping past the hem and bouncing down into place. You hear the chair in the corner shift.

“Lift your hips, love.” A voice so gentle, Sanji is licking his lips when you obey him. His soft, manicured hands travel down your body to the belt loops of your shorts, hooking onto them with a tug. Your shorts and panties come off, leaving nothing but air around your naked form.

“Ah, you see the way she bites her lip? That’s a good way to tell she’s loving every second.” Sanji turns to the swordsman, pointing out your swollen lip trapped between teeth. “Now, watch closely at what I do.”

He gently lifts your chin, thumbing on your lips and pointer finger tucked under your face. He tilts your head towards Zoro, leaning his body toward your ear.

“And you, darling, keep your eyes on the mosshead for me.” 

You grow hot from the soft words that tickle your ear– a newfound love of exhibitionism bubbles inside you when Sanji’s fingers touch your arousal. Zoro watches every single part of this with intense intrigue.

You hear a soft whimper come from your mouth; Then another; Next, a louder one. When Sanji's fingers slip into you, you can barely contain your voice to ring out across the room. He starts to pump into you while you succumb to his small praises.

“Feel my fingers, my darling? You look so pretty like this, using that voice because of me. You must really like showing yourself like this. You see how much she likes that?” Sanji turns to Zoro, demonstrating his usual tricks on you for this lesson. Your song becomes louder as two fingers slowly scissor into you. His pace now increases as he watches your reaction.

Sanji sees your composure crumble, unraveling to the curl of his fingers into you as your eyes flutter closed. 

“Look at him—hey, keep your eyes on him, or I stop. Do you understand? Do you want to be a good girl for me and do what I say? You will, won’t you, angel?”

You snap your eyes open at the soft command of his words, focusing back on the man watching. Your release depended on it, after all. 

“Yes. Yes…”

Sanji’s delicate commands while the man spectates you two are gentle yet calculated. He knows the effect that putting on a show will have on a man like Zoro, and he knows how much you’ve expressed wanting to display your body. You shiver from his orders, only causing you to buck more into his hand.

“This is what happens when you treat her well. Talking to her can make her feel even better, too. Why don’t you call out his name for me, love? Make it sweet.”

“ Zoro… ” 

The voice that comes from your mouth sounds different from the one Zoro’s heard before. The one that sounds so cheerful on the ship is now ladened with lust and pleasure. If the moans you sing sound like sweet honey, your voice calling out his name coats like sugared molasses. They lay so thick on him, making him ache in his pants. 

“ Shit, ” Zoro mutters under his breath. From how hard he grips the armchair, he must be fighting the urge to whip out his cock to the sound of you. You huff at Sanji’s touch but keep your eyes locked on Zoro.

“Say more, please. Use your words,” Sanji says to you. You swallow thickly, and chants of Zoro's name start to flow from you, each increasingly rising in volume as Sanji adds another finger to your clit.

“Please, ah— please , Zoro. I want to cum. Shit, please go faster, Sanji,” You finally manage to say.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready, love,” Sanji coos. You can only choke down your buildup as his fingers dance in you. 

“During this, you can touch any little part of her body that you want. Like this,” Sanji’s hands caress from your inner thighs to your waist, “or this,” his hands dance up to your face, messily sticking two fingers into your mouth to press on your tongue, “or this.” His fingers pop out, now entranced to your breast, grabbing the fatness of your chest until he rolls your nipple between his moistened fingertips. You whimper from the touch.

“She begs for any extra touch you can give her. My girl is so needy, isn’t she?” He turns to you, enveloping in all your wanton pants. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, yes, I’m your needy… mmmnh! ” Sanji takes his mouth to your nipple briefly, rolling the bud on his tongue. Zoro’s hand moves from the iron grip on the armchair to palm his outer thigh. Is he… sweating?

“She loves all of it, but feel free to check in with her if needed. It’s good to be communicative, especially if you’re unsure of how to keep going.”

You huff into the air, legs fiddling against the sheets from the agony of his teasing. It’s so much that you struggle to keep your eye contact. Sanji revels in finding the right spots inside you to build you up before suddenly stopping. You can do nothing but watch Zoro’s face. 

His eyes couldn’t look away. If the world fell around him, he would never look away from you. The way he knew you on the ship is forever changed when your mouth pants uncontrollably in front of him. He can barely see the smirk that bastard cook has from riling both of you up on one another.

“And what do you want the most, darling? Do you want to cum from my hands, or do you want to have the mosshead to touch you and get an even better reward?”

“I want… Zoro to fuck me, please, please .” You whine against the sheets.

Zoro can’t contain the stuttering cock that twitches in his pants. He doesn’t try to hide it in front of you either. In fact, he seems to revel in that look you give him. You need to try the newest prey–it practically throbs into your mind, as well as your pussy. 

“That’s my girl,” Sanji whispers to you, so softly that only you can hear. “I can’t wait for the next time I have you all to myself,” He turns to the man in the corner, taking his hands off you so quickly that you scrabble your limbs in protest. “Your time to shine, shitty swordsman. She likes it rough, too, so do try and keep the pace.”

Even with Zoro’s commitment to resilience, you can tell he gets up and over to the bed with an urgency you’ve never seen in him. 

Sanji’s presence quickly switches to Zoro’s, and you realize the difference in touch. Calloused fingers replace ones weathered with silk and honey, gripping you with a darkness that matched his gaze. His commanding presence is accentuated by the rough outline of his body, the muscles, and the scars. Purposefully or not, his broad shoulders loom over you without hesitation. 

Your lips lock together; a kiss that you needingly reciprocate. You dance in the mirage of tongues, eating each other whole as you feel your wanton pants build into his mouth. His figure engulfs your smaller one, large and domineering, but that’s exactly what you hoped for.

“Go on. Give her what she wants.” You hear Sanji’s voice from the corner of the room, impatiently commanding Zoro. The sweet tone he uses with you is nonexistent when he talks to the swordsman.

“In a minute,” Zoro growls to him. “She likes to be teased, remember?” 

Sanji scoffs. “Asshole, of course I know that.” You hear him mutter, sitting on the cushy chair Zoro was once planted in.

“Zoro, please…” You didn’t know exactly what you were pleading for, you just wanted relief. 

“I’ll get you there,” a whisper from Zoro’s lips you can barely register from the fuzziness in your brain, “better than that shitty cook can.”

However, his touch doesn’t exactly exhume confidence. Zoro’s hand trembles slightly between caressing your neck, shoulders, and body. His gaze is hungry as he drinks each glimpse of your skin. He doesn’t sound as direct in his tone as you’ve heard in battle.

Maybe you can change that.

“You might be all bark.” You taunt, face slowly forming a smirk. Zoro’s surprised face makes you giggle. 

While a small part of you believes Zoro’s beginner touch may not satisfy you, the way he’s looked at you so far this night tells you he’ll do anything to prove you wrong. He’s too stubborn not to, especially after a little dare like that. Zoro’s small smirk shows you he’s caught onto this.

“Be less of a brat, maybe, and you’ll find out.” Zoro's rough hands grip the small of your waist, causing you to gasp. There’s more confidence in–

Your back arches as you feel a jolt of pain on your chest. Zoro bites on your breast so suddenly it causes you to retract your previous smugness.

“Cook wants to put up with an attitude like that? Fine,” Right on the hardened nipple, Zoro bites it rough enough to make you whine, but he quickly stifles the pain with the rumble of his voice. “But, I’ll be sure to fix that.”

Maybe you would have paid attention to the stream of steam piping from Sanji’s head after Zoro said that, but you were too distracted by Zoro’s movements, especially when he grabbed your hair enough to whip your head back, creating more tension in your chest.

“Pretty fuckin’ tits,” is all Zoro mumbles into your skin. He attacks them, rolling the buds hard between his teeth. Those teeth are strong enough to clamp onto his Wado easily— despite that, his firmness told you he was holding back. You felt your body pulse with titillation, from your scalp you feel the dull pain of his hand gripped in your hair, to his mouth exploring your mounds. It sends shocks through you as you try to stifle the volume of your whimpers. Your body feels so light and heavy at once, making you titter as his pace continues. 

Zoro’s grip on you is dizzying, his firm hands now entirely holding your torso as his body presses right over you. You let him lift your chest into him as he explores your soft skin, worshipping it in the roughest way. 

Your head dips back from the ceiling to the other side of the room. Sanji’s sitting in that same chair from earlier, his cock taken out from his suit slacks and hand slowly stroking the swollen, reddened head. His mouth is agape, small flecks of hair now sticking to his forehead as he looks at your body with a hungry, animalistic gaze.

“Careful, sweetheart. Remember to do what I said.” He smirks and flicks his finger towards Zoro, urging you to focus back. The hand once in your hair is now pulling you to look forward.

“Is someone distracting you from me?” You hear a rough, raw voice rumble right next to your head. Zoro quickly worked up to your neck to your ear, his demanding voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Might be.”

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asks. “Looking for curly fuck to rescue you instead?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. One hand quickly dives between your bodies as he cups your pussy. The gears in your brain seem to short-circuit on you, leaving you gasping for more.

“Can’t be this speechless from him, hm?” His voice is colored with a dark envy, making your entire body swell with arousal. 

“Shut it, marimo.”

The hypersensitivity of your pussy paired with the gruff voice so close to you is too much. You don’t have any other thought than to shut him up with your lips brashly planted on his again. Zoro immediately opens your mouth with an eager tongue, pressing his kneeled body into you. 

Zoro lips separate from you as he keeps going, his plight travels down as he bites and licks the length of your torso. He stops right where his breath ghosts over your pubic bone, making your hips practically buck up to his face for some relief. 

“Uh uh,” Zoro sees what you're trying to do, and presses his thumbs on your hip bone to keep you back down. 

“You need to make her work for it, dumbass,” Sanji says from across the room.

“Well, how do I do that?” Zoro asks, sounding just as annoyed at Sanji.

“You can ask what she wants, first.”

“Why do I need to do that if I already know?”

“Because it helps, just trust me.” Sanji scoffs at him. “God, you’re such a brute.”

Zoro shakes his head, now turning to you.

“So desperate for something, hm? What is it?” He taunts. 

“Please, touch me.” You whisper. 

“’m already touching you, though. Need to be more specific than that, girl.” He grins at you.

“Please…” You struggle to say the words as his fingertips on your hips increase in pressure. He shows no sign of relinquishing his hold until he gets an answer from you. In a soft mewl, you say, “Please… touch my pussy. Please.” Your needy voice cracks into a broken, desperate pant.

Zoro’s playful smirk shows now, realizing why Sanji wanted him to ask you such a demanding question. Puzzle pieces inside Zoro’s mind seem to click the more his hands are on you. At first, he seemed almost nervous in carrying himself, but the more Sanji and you demonstrate the dance that is this game, he seems to catch on. 

“Cook, show me how she wants it.”

[rithion]

A little draw request! What’s the scene that first made you start shipping Zosan, and how did it look to u?

Sanji : hey zoro if you're going out do you mind bringing some meat? :) Zoro : im not just bringing meat im bringing THE meat like something so big you could never take it on your own because you're weak ass also you SUCK Sanji : :o Sanji : >:o

This one dumbass episode where Sanji casually asks Zoro for a service and Zoro makes it a point to antogonize Sanji for absolutely no reason and they spend the 3 next episodes trying to one up each other on the size of their d............ inosaurs

That's how you manage a crush when you have the emotional capacities of a middle schooler

[nenehyuuchiha]

Bitch they don't fight cause they hate each other, that's just the way they flirt

[mintymx]

When did "it" start?

Posting the old zosan comic I made back then because I feel like it :P And now, I will put some long babble similar to the one I put on Insta: I like to think "it" as a reference to their bond of trust. So, I looked around for some possible areas where they could be forming respect/trust.

For Sanji: In my opinion, it would have started since Baratie Arc. Compared to Zoro’s straightforward attitude and determination to become the greatest swordsman, Sanji was more reserved and hesitant about pursuing his dream of finding the All Blue. I like to think that Zoro’s determination and actions may have inspired, if not motivated, Sanji to pursue his own dreams rather than shy away from them.

For Zoro: I was thinking it probably started either Little Garden or Arlong Park Arc. Besides being the greatest swordsman, Zoro cares deeply about his crew and is protective of them. Having someone who can and is on the same wavelength about protecting the crew is important. Despite their frequent bickering, they seem to have this unspoken sense of trust, knowing they can count on each other to protect the crew and have each other's back.